Ruan Chi wore a pair of metal-framed glasses and, upon hearing that, pushed the frame in the middle of the eyepiece with his finger, smiling in a refined way: "Scary is a word that suits you better, it doesn't fit me. Let's not use 'we' here."
"..." Ruan Jie paused and snorted with laughter: "Exactly, you're not scary, you're what they call a 'polite scoundrel'."
"Oh, a 'polite scoundrel.' Our fourth brother actually knows how to use idioms now."
"..." Ruan Jie. As if he didn't know how to use it. He had always been top of the class since young.
Jiaojiao watched her two brothers bicker and couldn't help but smile. But looking at Ruan Chi, she suddenly remembered that Xiaona seemed to know him; he was still Xiaona's lifesaver.
She said to Ruan Chi, "Brother Chi, Xiaona might really have been scared off by you."
"???" Ruan Chi.
"You don't remember her?" Jiaojiao.
Ruan Chi was clueless. Should he remember her?
